My Nylon Tickling Fetish, where it all began M/F

Thanks so much everyone, I will try to recount some more events that shaped my love of nylon and tickling.

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Hello again,
Thank you for the nice responses.

This story involves a friends older sister Linda, we had known each other for a long time. I came over to see her brother and Linda let me in and informed me she was the only one home. She was wearing a denim skirt a creme top and suntan colored pantyhose with cork wedge sandals. She smiled over her shoulder and said "you could wait upstairs with me". I guess my eyes were bugging out, she giggled.

We got to her room and she said "sit down" motioning to a suede covered bean bag chair in the corner across from her bed. I went and flopped down on the bean bag she sat at the edge of her bed and crossed her legs at the ankles. I was hypnotized. She made some small talk and asked me about school, I answered as well as i could darting my eyes looking at her legs and feet.

"I always see you staring at me, I feel your eyes on me." "Like what you see?" I nodded but looked concerned. "don't worry about my brother, bring the bean bag closer to the bed."
As I moved the bean bag closer to the bed she adjusted and put her hose and sandal covered feet in my lap. I froze, I was wide eyed. "Linda laughed and said " You should see your face, I need you to help me with something" "My feet are so sore, would you remove a sandal and rub a foot for me?" I nodded and looked around half expecting my friend to jump out and say I was being punked. I undid the strap at her ankle and slid the wedge shoe off slowly, and she moaned as I held her nylon covered foot in my hand. "Oh that is nice rub my foot" I did starting at the toes, they were so nice and warm , slippery. I massaged and worked the foot nice and hard, Linda oohed and ahhed I was trying to rub the whole foot and saw that her nylons were tight over her toes and pinched in-between them and grabbed a bit of nylon and softly pulled them off her toes. She yelped and pulled back her foot "NO! NOT LIKE THAT!" I looked hurt, and she smirked "AWE look at the puppy, I took away his toy"

She put out her other sandaled foot, and demanded "Now, this one" I was so keeping her foot at eye level, I did not want to drop it to low and have her brush my lap because I was so turned on. I was careful not to tickle as I didn't want her foot taken away. I worked hard rubbing and caressing as she moaned pressing into my hand. I traced a finger firmly along the base of her toes she yelped again and scrunched her toes. "Wait, no, NO!" BUT Linda had not pulled her foot back so I softened my touch and went in again,. She squealed and squirmed as I had grabbed her ankle as I was now tickling her sole. "Oh you little shit!" " Linda laughed "Ahhhh hahahaha ooohhh nooooooo ahahahahaha" Linda's foot pushed forward and into my crotch, her eyes lit up, "I knew you were into this, wait let me adjust" She tucked her foot under her skirt sat on her nylon covered heel, leaving me the first foot she had me rub.

Linda croaked, "I like this too, but nobody will do this for me....TICKLE my foot!" I thought I was hearing things she repeated herself, "you heard me, TICKLE MY FOOT!"

I started tickling and tracing as she howled and jerked, at first she laughed real loud and pressed and pulled her foot. I was spidering my fingers over her arch and sole really working those toes over. Tickling and tracing in between the base of the toes. Linda yelped and cried out "HAHAHAHAHAooooohhhh hhhahahahha" She seemed to be grinding and bouncing on her heel, her laughing changed into moaning. Her eyes were glazed over, she was bouncing up and down and she hissed "don't stop tickling me!" I continued scraping and digging as she howled. Prodding and tickles danced all over her foot and up her ankle and tickling and grabbing her leg at the knee. Tickling behind her knee as she tensed up, and groaned through gritted teeth "DOOOOOON"T STOOOOP the TICKLES!!!!!"

Her back arched her face was flush, she started bucking and saying "OH god, oh god" Then she shook. I was pretty naive but knew this was a good thing.

She quivered and I tickled some more she cried out " Oh HAHAHAHA noooo!" as she ground her foot into my crotch curling her toes rubbing up and down, I was stunned.

It felt so good, I was very wet from all the contact. Then we heard a car drive up and I rushed to the bathroom as she straightened up. I had to calm down and came out after washing my face. Linda grinned at me, she had put on some clogs and was dipping and slipping in and out. I was trying to play it off.

Did you have any more experiences with Linda?

Nice experiences, Doc, thanks for sharing them here - Trish and Linda sound like the sort of women every young tickler/stocking foot lover should have in their life!

I'm back from my holidays now, and against expectation I've got a nylon foot experience to share! I've been in Italy for the last few weeks, part tour/part chill, and in that time I was able to note over 280 women in tights, not too bad considering the hot weather. My criteria was that the women had to be aged 20-50, and the tights couldn't be patterned or fishnet. 280, man....not bad at all!

As for the experience, it was a delightful and lucky accident. My partner and I had reserved seats on a train, but when we got there one of them was occupied by a fellow traveller. She looked slightly Eastern European, strawberry blonde hair, slightly 'feline' features and VERY sleepy! She had her coat over her legs (I thought it was a skirt at first!), but I instantly noticed that she had her burgundy stocking feet up on the chair opposite (my partner's seat). She moved when we indicated they were our seats, but kept her shoes off (they were basketball type trainers, discarded on the floor). The journey was about an hour or so, and I'd discreetly sneak peeks at her feet while my partner was distracted or had her eyes closed. They were quite narrow and slender, but looked very pleasant in her burgundy tights.

At one point my partner went to the toilet, so I was able to look more intently at the other woman's feet. I began fiddling with my bag under the table so I could see more of her feet. She'd crossed her right foot over her left, so it was quite close to me. I did consider bringing my arm back too much so it grazed her foot, but thought better of it - probably for the best, to be honest. My partner returned to her seat, and we both stretched out so that her legs were outside mine and mine were under her seat. She dropped off again, and the other woman adjusted so that her right leg was fully crossed over her left at the knee, which meant her right foot was in my space. I didn't really notice at first, but when I stretched forward (I was in shorts and bare legged) I realised that my shin was just gently nudging against her burgundy stocking sole. I won't lie....it felt glorious!

Due to the train jolting around, sometimes my leg pressed further in, but she didn't notice as she was asleep. I didn't push forward, but still had her stocking sole and instep just softly pressing against my leg for about ten minutes. The journey was coming to an end, and I was a bit disappointed it was over. However, the best was about to come; as she stirred she took her leg back over to her own side. Due to the cramped space she couldn't raise it too much, so her entire sole softly dragged along my shin! It only lasted about five seconds, but what a treat! Her tights felt ridiculously soft and the foot quite cold, but the sensation was amazing. Neither of us said anything (she probably didn't even realise), but it gave me a tingle for the rest of the day! Her shoes went back on, as did her coat, and I saw that she'd been in denim shorts all along. Her burgundy legs were almost as appealing as her feet! Oddly enough, I actually saw the same woman a couple of hours later in the city centre, not that she recognised me. I watched her walk through the crowd and then disappear, her burgundy tights leaving my life forever! It was a nice unexpected treat, which somehow made the whole thing better.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

Thanks again doc. Great encounter.

Welcome back Smash. Glad you had a good time.

Can't believe you did some research haha awesome. As for the bird on the train, you lucky SOB.

Those are great experiences Doctric. Thanks for sharing them!

qwill said:

Did you have any more experiences with Linda?

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I do, I will write later this week.

Thank you. That is very kind.

Another Linda tickling encounter.

I was again supposed to meet my friend at his house, and when I arrived he was not there yet. Just his sister Linda who smiled sweetly as she said "Come on in and wait inside." Linda was wearing a navy blue skirt, a red top and on her legs, tall fuzzy red knee socks and tennis shoes. I must have looked a little disappointed,. Linda said "It is just the two of us here, we have time, did you want to come up stairs for a bit?" she added " I need you to help me with something.." She smiled and told me to follow her.

As she walked up the stairs, I swore I could see some nylon above the knee, I quickened my pace. We reached her room and I found that bean bag was on the middle of her bed.

Linda had a glint in her eye as she sat on the edge of her bed, "I enjoyed your foot rub and tickles last time, would you give me a rub today?" I nodded yes and walked over to the bed she motioned for me to kneel down. Linda extended a sneakered foot to me and said "untie my shoe" I reached out and she pointed he toe at me. I untied the shoe and slowly slipped it off. Her foot was warm in my hand and the socks were fuzzy and super soft Angora I think. She cooed as I start to rub her foot. Starting at her toes and massaging down to her heel. She looks at me with a grin and pulls her skirt up over her knees, the nylons shimmer in the light. "I know you like that" she pressed her socked sole over my nose and curled her toes "peel my sock down..slowly I grabbed the top of the sock right below her knee, slowly sliding and touching the nylon under sock as i pulled it down. I get the sock over the ankle and start to pull by the toes and Linda jumps and squeaks! "oooh hhahahah, not there. I pull the sock off all the way, her nylon foot is damp and hot, I trace up the sides and she wiggles her foot, pulling it away. "Ahhahaha, mmmmmmhahaha" She had me repeat everything with her other foot.

Finally! Linda was sitting there in her pantyhose, skirt and blouse, twisting and scrunching her nylon covered soles. Laughing and twitching, she kept sliding back up the bed towards the bean bag. I grabbed at her ankles trying to stop her from getting away and tickled down her sole. "NOOOOOO HAHAHAHA OOOOHHH NOOOO Oh god, hahahahaha quit that!" She was getting away, I saw a belt on her bed and strapped it to her ankles with the belt buckle facing down. I was still on my knees at the side of the bed, OUCH! what was that I had kneeled on a bungee strap hook, (what was that doing there?) I looked under Linda's bed and saw it was connected to the frame! (PT 1)

As so many posts revolve around the subject of nylon feet I thought I'd share a recent predicament with you.

This situation concerns my Nan Evelyn, who incidentally has really nice feet and almost always wears nylons, although annoyingly they're mostly obscured by slippers when I call.

Anyway my tickle fantasy involves my Nan and another Woman, a bitter rival of hers.

I've recently harbored a secret fantasy, and it involves my Nan and her neighbour and nemesis Bette.

Believe it or not they were once the best of friends, until Bette badly betrayed my Nan's trust and since then they've become sworn enemies, they desperately hate each other now.

To think as a small boy I used to call Bette 'Auntie Betty' and always thought she was nice, but since their 'bust up' Bette has ignored me, going as far as scowling and glaring at me for no reason.

My Nan hates the fact that she's involved me and will never forgive her, my Nan has told Bette's Husband to keep his Wife away from her, or she'll be sorry and won't be responsible for her actions.

Bette's no fool and has kept her distance, she even crosses the road to avoid my Nan, but once she's safely out of reach she'll look back and give my Nan a real look of hate, yep the little coward scared shit of my Nan.


Anyway, knowing of this long standing hatred between these two Women my thoughts took yet another turn while attending a recent family wedding, my appetite was well and truly whetted by an interesting conversation with my older cousin.

My cousin told me that my Nan has a deep fear of tickling, something I never knew or even suspected, apparently her older Brother Malcolm tickled her senseless as a girl and she now had a real issue with it.
So with tickling being one of my many fetish interests this really intrigued and excited me.

A simple 'throw away' comment by my cousin got me thinking "Just as well she hasn't got any enemies" of horrid Bette, and how she'd react if she was aware of my Nan's fear.

My Nan used to work in a bank as a mortgage adviser and I'd often drool at this imposing Lady in her sharp suit, nylons and heels, but would never have guessed she a had such a fear of tickling, she's one tough cookie, smart and really switched on, and I just couldn't imagine her having any weakness at all.

I have fought with my conscience over and over since learning about this and cannot get the thought of nasty little Bette scurrying at my Nan's long sensitive nylon feet, I guess I'm weird and treacherous for even thinking these thoughts, but I can't get those thoughts and images out of my head.
The things Bette would be saying as she tortured those soles and my proud Nan's reaction !

Now the more I see of Bette and the more she gives me those nasty stares the more turned on I get, I even ventured past her house, hoping for a scowl or stare, I know it sounds crazy !

I've had real deep moments of weakness when I've written a note divulging my Nan's secret, intending to post it through Bette's letterbox, but thankfully common sense and loyalty prevailed over my mischievous kinky lapse of morals.

I know what you must be thinking, and I'm ashamed to have such moments of weakness, but up until now I've managed to keep my treacherous thoughts at bay, but it's hard....real hard !

doctrtic said:

Another Linda tickling encounter.

I was again supposed to meet my friend at his house, and when I arrived he was not there yet. Just his sister Linda who smiled sweetly as she said "Come on in and wait inside." Linda was wearing a navy blue skirt, a red top and on her legs, tall fuzzy red knee socks and tennis shoes. I must have looked a little disappointed,. Linda said "It is just the two of us here, we have time, did you want to come up stairs for a bit?" she added " I need you to help me with something.." She smiled and told me to follow her.

As she walked up the stairs, I swore I could see some nylon above the knee, I quickened my pace. We reached her room and I found that bean bag was on the middle of her bed.

Linda had a glint in her eye as she sat on the edge of her bed, "I enjoyed your foot rub and tickles last time, would you give me a rub today?" I nodded yes and walked over to the bed she motioned for me to kneel down. Linda extended a sneakered foot to me and said "untie my shoe" I reached out and she pointed he toe at me. I untied the shoe and slowly slipped it off. Her foot was warm in my hand and the socks were fuzzy and super soft Angora I think. She cooed as I start to rub her foot. Starting at her toes and massaging down to her heel. She looks at me with a grin and pulls her skirt up over her knees, the nylons shimmer in the light. "I know you like that" she pressed her socked sole over my nose and curled her toes "peel my sock down..slowly I grabbed the top of the sock right below her knee, slowly sliding and touching the nylon under sock as i pulled it down. I get the sock over the ankle and start to pull by the toes and Linda jumps and squeaks! "oooh hhahahah, not there. I pull the sock off all the way, her nylon foot is damp and hot, I trace up the sides and she wiggles her foot, pulling it away. "Ahhahaha, mmmmmmhahaha" She had me repeat everything with her other foot.

Finally! Linda was sitting there in her pantyhose, skirt and blouse, twisting and scrunching her nylon covered soles. Laughing and twitching, she kept sliding back up the bed towards the bean bag. I grabbed at her ankles trying to stop her from getting away and tickled down her sole. "NOOOOOO HAHAHAHA OOOOHHH NOOOO Oh god, hahahahaha quit that!" She was getting away, I saw a belt on her bed and strapped it to her ankles with the belt buckle facing down. I was still on my knees at the side of the bed, OUCH! what was that I had kneeled on a bungee strap hook, (what was that doing there?) I looked under Linda's bed and saw it was connected to the frame! (PT 1)

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Hope you see this QWILL

Seems it's Halloween nearly, I thought i'd share this story. I can't remember the time scale this happened but It was early 2010 to 2012 time I think.

So it's a saturday night and I got an invite to Lee's mother's (Carole) Halloween party. It was a friends and family gathering. So young kids was there also, so this meant games and pranks to be played on each other. Carole has only just started to host these parties in the last couple of years. So it was great to see her get dressed up. This year I wasn't quite sure what she was meant to be. She had on a black satin/nylon type dress that was long and it was ripped and torn to make it look like it was aged. She had white face paint on with black lipstick and a black wig. She had on black fishnets as well but I was delighted to see she had tan coloured tights on under them. Her shoes was nothing special, just some black flat slip on's.

She went all out this year with the decorations and themed most of the rooms in the house. I remember the bathroom was the best because she made it look like a crime scene with blood all up the tiles and bath tub with a UV light in there. It looked great. Downstairs was all done up with lights and Halloween stuff too. In the garden she had the big barrel for apple bobbing and to my surprise she had a rocking chair that she had made to look like an electric (death row style ) chair. She used her husband's old leather belts on it as straps. She even hooked up one of them electric shock things for exercising your abs with lol. Once you got strapped in the chair, the pads was stuck on the end of your finger tips. Then you was asked a series of 5 questions. Get it wrong and you got shocked, get it right and you got a shot of tequila lol. Most of us who got a right answer always got a quick shock from her, she was evil like that lol.

As the party got into full swing and the games started, it was eventually my turn to have a go in the electric chair. I had tried to avoid the damn thing all night but Carole made sure i was getting shocked. She came through and grabbed me and escorted me to the chair. I wasn't looking forward to this. Carole seemed to enjoy strapping people in and teasing them with the questions, hoping you'd get the wrong answer. She strapped my wrist and ankles tightly, I was surprised how tight she did them.

Lee and his sister was there watching. Lee hadn't had a go yet so he was enjoying people getting shocked as well. His sister couldn't go on it because she suffers from epilepsy. Well that was the excuse she used. Not sure how true it was.

"Question 1" Carole shouted out.

Oh shit here we go I thought to myself. I knew i'd suck at answering the questions.

As she asked me the first question, I knew straight away I didn't know it.

She looked at me and started saying "tick tock time's ticking".

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Damn the time ran out.

She tormented me and said "Oh noooo too late" with an evil laugh.

ZAP ZAP.

Twice she pressed it.

Damn it tingled right through my arms. I swear to this day she turned it up higher.

"Question 2" Carole shouted out.

As Carole asked the next question I grinned to myself as I knew this one.

I quickly shouted out my answer.

She didn't look happy with me. As she took a sip of her drink she looked at me and smiled.

ZAP.

God damnit she pressed it lol.

"Hey that's not fair, I got that one right" I shouted.

I should have known this was coming as she did it to a few other people.

Anyway I got another two wrong and she enjoyed zapping me each time. By now I wasn't enjoying the shocks.

"Final question" Carole shouted.

As she asked the question, I kept my poker face this time. I knew the answer but I wanted to make her wait with anticipation.

I shouted out the answer and Carole let out a big moan. She wasn't happy. "who wrote these questions, they are too easy" she said.

I let out a big loud sarcastic laugh in her face.

She put the control pad down and walked over to me. Most of the poeple who was watching had walked away.

"I'll give you something to laugh about" she said.

She bent forward facing me and said "how are you gonna get out".

Shit I was still strapped in. I looked over at Lee and shouted to him. "Oi mate, your mum ain't going to let me out". Lee laughed as he was very merry by now. "Not my problem" he shouted.

Carole grinned and started to poke my sides. Oh shit I'm in trouble. Panic came over me as I'm super ticklish.

"Wow wow, wait now hahaha" I said. This isn't fair, hahahaha.

She looked me dead in the eyes while she did this. I was kinda turned on by it but she didn't know this.

"Remember when you tickled me twice" she said while sort of laughing in between her sentence.

"hahaha I'm sorry hahaha please stop" I shouted. By now a few people was watching and cheering her on. She was scribbling her fingers up and down my ribs and across my belly.
At one point she went up my shirt and made contact with my bare skin. Damn she had soft hands and tickly nails.

She was enjoying watching my reaction as she kept looking at me. "tickle tickle" She said.

Bahahahahaha ok ok I give in hahaha. I'm sorry.

With all the struggling I was doing I managed to snap the buckle on the strap and my arm came loose.

Carole stopped and quickly retracted when she saw I had gotten loose. I managed to undo the other straps. Damn I was hot after that.

I looked at her and shouted "I'll get you back, the night is still young"

"no we are even now" she replied as she quickly made her way to the kitchen laughing.

I was a little embarrassed by what had just happened but as everyone was kinda drunk and having a good time I wasn't too bothered. Lee's sister came over to me with a fresh drink.

I guess that was payback she said for when we tickled her that night. "Yeah it seems that way" I replied. Don't worry I'll get her back I said. you can help me get my revenge. She laughed and agreed to help. I wasn't sure how I was gonna get my revenge but I had time to plot something.

As the night was getting on and most of the people with kids had gone, there was just a handful of us left. Carole and her husband was sat in the living room still drinking and me, Lee and his sister with a few others was chatting outside. About an hour had past and Lee and his sister was starting to tidy up. So I gave them a hand. I noticed that Lee's dad had passed out upstairs. His sister found him asleep in the spare room. God knows how he ended up in there lol.

Carole was chatting to a relative still. By this time she had lost her shoes and was walking around in her fishnets. I could see her soft nylon feet through them. They looked fantastic. She had painted her toe nails black as well to match her finger nails.

I went outside and helped Lee take in some of the decorations as it started to rain. When I came back in the house Carole was just shutting the front door as the last person had left.

"Where is my husband" she asked. Lee's sister replied "he's in the spare room fast asleep". Carole just shrugged her shoulders and shook her head in disbelief. "lightweight" she joked.

Carole made her way into the living room with her drink. She was very merry but still not drunk enough to the point of passing out lol. I was surprised how well she can handle her drink.

She slumped herself in the rocking chair and started to rock herself back and forth. She was in a world of her own sat there. Just sipping her drink and listening to the music.

Lee's asked me if I was staying the night as I had been drinking. "yeah if that's ok" I replied. "You can use the couch as my dad has taken the spare room, I'm sure my mum won't mind".

His sister was sat next to me trying to remove her face paint. "Right I'm off to bed" Lee said. So we said our goodnights and off he went. Me and his sister joked about for a bit and then I noticed Carole slowly drifting off to sleep. I nudged his sister and pointed to her mum.

"Good time for revenge" I said jokingly to her. I didn't think she would actually do anything.

She looked at her mum and got up. "mum, mum" she said. Then looked back at me and grinned. "She's asleep, let's surprise her".

"what you got in mind" I asked.

"help me tip the chair back" she replied.

We quietly and slowly tipped the chair back with Carole in it and placed a cushion behind her head. I still wasn't sure what we was going to do her. But I knew what I wanted to do to her haha.
My mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts. I couldn't believe I was in this position to tickle Carole again. I was hoping and praying that's what she wanted to do to her mother. if not i was plucking up the courage to do it anyway. I wasn't going to miss this opportunity.

"Maybe we should secure her ankles" I said.

"well duh that's what I'm about to do" she replied in a cheeky way. She strapped both her ankles to the chair and made sure they was locked in good.

I was already bulging out of my pants by now. I couldn't believe this was happening. We both sat on the floor next to her feet. She was trying not to laugh.

"oh this is going to be good" she teased as she dragged her finger down her mother's nylon sole.

No reaction from Carole. She looked disappointed. Do it again I told her but harder.

So she lifts her finger up again and strikes it down her nylon sole again. I could see her finger snagging on the fishnet.

"hang on" I told her and I went off to the kitchen and came back with some scissors.

I slowly started from the heel and cut the fishnets all the way up to her toes. Then slowly pulled them apart and down over her foot up to her ankle to expose her nylon covered sole. I was aching to rub it and worship it. My face was right next to it as I sat on the floor. I leant over and cut the other one off. I don't think I lost my erection the whole time I was sat on the floor. I could feel it bulging against my jeans. I placed the scissors down and with that his sister asks "why haven't you cut the tights off as well?". My fetish took over at this point and responded for me lol.

"Well her feet will be more sensitive with them on" I replied.

She looked at me funny as to why would I know that. I felt my self going red and blushing.

"try it and see" i told her, with a look of embarrassment.

With that she took her right hand and held Carole's nylon foot firmly and with her left hand she struck down upon her nylon sole with a quick scurry of fingers. I could hear the noise of the nylons as her nails danced all over her soft nylon sole.

Carole woke up confused and trying to make sense of what had happened. Lee's sister quickly turned the living room light off and we sat at the end of the chair in the dark and in silence trying not to laugh or make a noise. Carole started to come around and mumble a few words but she wasn't fully awake yet so I felt for her right foot and gave it a quick tickle. I raked my fingers down the sides of her nylon foot. Oh boy that got her attention. Carole tried sitting up but couldn't and I could hear her legs tugging at the straps. There was some light still coming in the room from outside but it wasn't much. So she couldn't make out who was in the room. I could just see his sister next to me.

"ok let me up now, this isn't funny" Carole said with panic in her voice.

"I can hear youuuuhahahahahaha" "Oh hahahahahaha" Stoooooppppp hahahaha" She had started to tickle her mums nylon sole furiously. I could just make out what she was doing but I heard the noise of the nylon thrashing. Oh man she was going for it. She was holding her mums nylon foot with one hand and aggressively running her nails up and down her nylon soles like she was strumming a guitar. Carole was in a fit of laugher. I could see her laughing and holding her face with her hands as they had nowhere else to go. I could only imagine how helpless she felt.

I decided to chime in at this point and enjoy the moment. I nudged his sister and motioned to her to do it slowly. I didn't want Carole getting worn out just yet. As she slowed down Carole caught her breath and continued to plead with us. I slowly rubbed her nylon sole with my right hand and took my left hand and ran make fingers over the tops of her nylon toes. Lightly scratching the tops and undersides of the nylon. This drove her wild.

"bahahahahaa, hahahahaha nooooo god helpppp, hahahahahaha" fits of silent laughter filled with more pleading. His sister was not letting up. She was raking her nylon sole with all ten fingers. She even bent back her mums toes with one hand and tickle under her nylon toes against the stretched material. My mind was blown. I was so horney it was unreal. I found myself playing with Carole's foot while rubbing myself in the dark. I don't think his sister saw me but at that point I didn't care. We was both enjoying ourselves.

We stopped and let Carole catch her breath. She laid there panting and wiping the tears from her eyes. "ok enough now, let me up" she said. "who's down there" "I'll get you, you bastards".
At that point Lee's sister laughed "not yet mommy, I'm not finished" and with that, she started tickling the top of Carole's nylon foot. dragging all ten of her nails over the nylon. I didn't know what to do. i wanted to tickle but I was turned on by watching her tickle her mums nylon foot.

Carole's nylon soles thrashed side to side trying to escape. Her hands was tapping on the floor pleading. With that I heard movement from upstairs, someone was coming down. We both got up and went through to the kitchen quickly. I felt like a naughty kid.

Lee's dad came through the door. "What's all the noise" he said. "I got up to go for a piss and I could hear a dying cat". His sister replied "mothers having a nightmare again".

"where is she" he asked. She pointed to the living room door. He went through to the living room and all we heard from him was "oh Carole, how did you end up like this again". Then Carole begged "no no don't you hahahahahaha, you fuckkkerrr hahahahahaahaha." "Sssttttooooopppppp hahahahahaha heellllpppp"

We both looked at each other and went to see what was going on, even though it was obvious.

He was sat on the floor tickling both her nylon feet while saying kitchy kitchy koo. Man he was going for it. She was angry at him while begging. He must have done that for 2 minutes before letting her up. I was jealous of course.

Carole didn't look happy at all. She got up and started play slapping her husband. Then looked at us two and tried hitting us both with an empty plastic bottle.

Lee's dad grabbed Carole by her sides and tickle marched her out the room and up the stairs. We could hear her laughing and grumbling all the way up.

At that point my mind was running crazy as to what had happened. Lee's sister took herself off to bed and I of course went to the bathroom and finished myself off. I snuck out early that morning when Lee got up, I never got to see Carole, but seeing her a week or so later, she opened the door to me when I went round and she gave me a big evil stare as i entered. I wasn't bothered though cause she was wearing beige tights with her mint green slippers and jogging bottoms. What a combo.

CJ,
That was the single best story that I have ever read on this or any other site!
Thank you!

Thanks very much foot fun. Glad you enjoyed it

Top stuff as ever, CJ - Carol sounds like she was one of those women who was always on the verge of a tickle attack! You might have mentioned it before, but did you ever get to tickle Lee's sister?

As for me, a few days ago I had another meet up with my friend from a few pages ago. She'd agreed to meet for company, laughs, food, drink...and nylon stroking. She'd brought with her some black opaque hold ups, black sheer tights and some opaque cream tights which she found revolting but I found arousing! I won't go into too much detail as it'll take too long, but I stroked and tickled her legs and feet in all of them, sometimes while she just wore a camisole/negligee , sometimes while she was fully clothed or sometimes while she wasn't wearing much else at all. Her black holds up were delightfully smooth material, and I enjoyed stroking her from her toes to her thighs and everywhere in between. Her sheer black tights were really only worn for dinner, but when we went back to her room I ran my fingers all along her legs and feet, even stroking her nylon covered bum which I knew turned her on. There was foot worship here and there too, sometimes finding the odd tickle spot even though she's not overly ticklish, but then she asked me if I'd like her to wear her cream tights. Unbeknown to me, when she put these on she did so minus her underwear, so my stroking meant I had access to her special spot. I'll let you use your imaginations, but let's just say that wetness happened, more than once....

I'm meeting her again in about two weeks, and it's wonderful to have a friend who's happy to indulge you like this. Before the meeting she was sending me pictures of her legs and feet in stockings just to whet my appetite. It certainly worked, although nothing could beat the real thing! We're talking about meeting in January, but we'll see. If not, I've certainly got some good memories to last me the rest of the year! She's an excellent friend to have anyway, but the fact that she's okay with my fetish and happy to let me indulge is even better. God bless her!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

Your a lucky fella Smash!

Thanks Smash, appreciate it.

Yeah she got quite a few tickle attacks on people over the years.

I got to tickle his sister once, but she got me a couple of times as well.


Nice one dude, sounds like you've got a good play mate here. Hope you get to meet up with her again. Look forward to hearing more.

Thanks guys - I'll be meeting her next week when I'm out of town and nearer her neck of the woods. She's already talking about tights and stockings - suspenders optional - so it's good to know that she's as invested in this as I am. As ever, I'll keep you posted.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

Another Linda tickling encounter.

I was again supposed to meet my friend at his house, and when I arrived he was not there yet. Just his sister Linda who smiled sweetly as she said "Come on in and wait inside." Linda was wearing a navy blue skirt, a red top and on her legs, tall fuzzy red knee socks and tennis shoes. I must have looked a little disappointed,. Linda said "It is just the two of us here, we have time, did you want to come up stairs for a bit?" she added " I need you to help me with something.." She smiled and told me to follow her.

As she walked up the stairs, I swore I could see some nylon above the knee, I quickened my pace. We reached her room and I found that bean bag was on the middle of her bed.

Linda had a glint in her eye as she sat on the edge of her bed, "I enjoyed your foot rub and tickles last time, would you give me a rub today?" I nodded yes and walked over to the bed she motioned for me to kneel down. Linda extended a sneakered foot to me and said "untie my shoe" I reached out and she pointed he toe at me. I untied the shoe and slowly slipped it off. Her foot was warm in my hand and the socks were fuzzy and super soft Angora I think. She cooed as I start to rub her foot. Starting at her toes and massaging down to her heel. She looks at me with a grin and pulls her skirt up over her knees, the nylons shimmer in the light. "I know you like that" she pressed her socked sole over my nose and curled her toes "peel my sock down..slowly I grabbed the top of the sock right below her knee, slowly sliding and touching the nylon under sock as i pulled it down. I get the sock over the ankle and start to pull by the toes and Linda jumps and squeaks! "oooh hhahahah, not there. I pull the sock off all the way, her nylon foot is damp and hot, I trace up the sides and she wiggles her foot, pulling it away. "Ahhahaha, mmmmmmhahaha" She had me repeat everything with her other foot.

Finally! Linda was sitting there in her pantyhose, skirt and blouse, twisting and scrunching her nylon covered soles. Laughing and twitching, she kept sliding back up the bed towards the bean bag. I grabbed at her ankles trying to stop her from getting away and tickled down her sole. "NOOOOOO HAHAHAHA OOOOHHH NOOOO Oh god, hahahahaha quit that!" She was getting away, I saw a belt on her bed and strapped it to her ankles with the belt buckle facing down. I was still on my knees at the side of the bed, OUCH! what was that I had kneeled on a bungee strap hook, (what was that doing there?) I looked under Linda's bed and saw it was connected to the frame!

I took the bungee and attached it to the belt around her ankles. Now Linda was held tight and could not move around I slowly drew a finger over her nylon covered sole, she started laughing and kept laughing till her till she started to silent laugh. Oh it was so hot now that I think of it but was so oblivious then. This made me tickle her even more! She started begging and telling me how much she enjoyed what we did last time. Tickling made her excited she started writhing and trying to get away, yet she was bouncing up and down as I tickled her feet and up her ankles and legs. Linda jumped like she had been hit by electricity when I got to her knees Tracing over the nylon covered kneecap I tickled in larger circles and behind she gasped and flailed by she was really tied down tight. I straddled her legs with my back to her so she could not see what was coming next. I squeezed my thighs together holding her legs as I tickled and she moaned and gasped and laughed.

I was really enjoying doing this, I leaned forward and nibbled the tips of her nylon covered toes as I tickled those soles, she screamed and yelped. I had her where I wanted, her face was flush and she was laughing and babbling.

I heard a car pull up and panicked and quickly untied the bungee and was struggling with the belt at her ankles, she said I will do it! You get in the bathroom!
I rushed down the hall and closed the door, I was shaking. I waited a while then flushed and washed my hands and face and came out. My friend and his mother were there suspecting nothing.

I saw Linda at school, she would smile and tease me in front of her friends, popping a foot out of the shoes she was wearing exposing those awesome nylon covered soles. We did have a few more encounters...Vivid memories and definitely affected my love of nylons and tickling.

Nice encounter doctric. Thanks for sharing.

Thanks for sharing doctric; hopefully you'll be able to share more stories about Linda. I've got several recent encounters and experiences, all varying in scale, so I'll start with the lesser one first!

Coming home on the train the other night, I noticed that a rather attractive blonde women - a curvier version of Melissa Rauch (Bernadette from 'The Big Bang Theory') - had discarded her shoes. They looked like grey suede Uggs, and she herself was in a crimson dress and bottle green tights. The combo worked, believe it or not! Her feet looked quite meaty and plump in a good way, but there was no foot movement from her. She was sat a few rows down from me, but I'll make sure to keep an eye out for her in the future!

I've also recently changed locations at work (same team, new building), but we're now sat next to a large team that deals with the media and communications. I'd noticed that a lot of women have trainers and spare shoes under their desks, and as a result I'm fully expecting to see lots of stocking feet around the place, especially at this time of year! I've been lucky enough to see two pairs already, including an amazing black stocking sole shot from a curvy brunette who had her foot flexed back at her desk. I later saw her sat in a private booth doing some work, shoes discarded once more. This change of location proves to be promising, I think!

Speaking of work, I also finally got to see the young temp's foot, much to my delight - even if I did feel slightly seedy afterwards! Earlier in the week she'd lost an earring, and couldn't see it anywhere. She was wearing thigh length crimson suede boots (yes, really!), and I suggested it might have gone in her boot, as there is a bit of a gap from her leg to the boot material. She began to unzip it, but then found it in her sleeve. Bugger! However...a day or so later she was complaining about a stone in her boot (the same pair), and unzipped it to try and shake it out. She'd turned away from her desk to shake it out, obscuring my view of her. No stone came out, and she wondered if it was embedded in her tights (black opaque, as ever). I said that she should show me her foot so I could see if it was visible, and God love her, she did! She crossed her leg so it was flat, giving me a decent view of her stocking sole. I couldn't see any stone, but did notice that her tights were slightly bunched up around her toes. I had a pen in my hand so used it to point and press at the material (we get on very well, but I'd not touch her like that in the office!), but still no stone. She then adjusted her tights and put her boot back on. I made a joke about 'Show me your foot!' being one of my better chat up lines, which made her laugh, and I felt pretty chuffed I'd gotten a sole shot. To be honest, she was a bit pigeon toed and had quite a narrow foot, and as she's 25 it didn't have the same sort of appeal as seeing the feet of a woman my age - hence I felt a bit seedy! It was still welcome, though, and speaking of seeing the feet of women my age, I had another encounter with my friend from a few posts back.

We met up about two weeks ago, as I was going to a gig out of town and she lived nearby. We'd already spoken beforehand about getting together, and she'd said what sort of tights and stockings she'd wear. She'd tease me beforehand about how smooth some of her tights were, and how she couldn't wait to feel my hands sliding along her legs and feet. She knows the right things to say! We met up, and caught a taxi back to the hotel we were staying at. She was in a black dress, zip up black ankle boots and 120 denier black tights, but with a slight sheen. The taxi journey was about 15 minutes, during which time I'd stroke her knees and thighs, much to her delight and approval. Once in the hotel she sat on the bed and, as before, I unzipped her boots and removed them for her. We then lay on the bed together, me stroking her legs and feet for her as she laid back and enjoyed it! I'd start at the base of her toes and slowly stroke up her feet, along her legs and then onto her bum, her tights making her extra sensitive to my touch. This went on for a few minutes, before I moved down and started to stroke and tickle her crotch through her tights.

She allowed me to do this, riding against my fingers as I did so, teasing herself as well as me as we began sharing kisses and more strokes. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, and over the last few months our closeness has become sexual, and she's happy to satisfy me as I am her. She grabbed my hand and placed it inside her tights, my fingers taking her closer to orgasm as I told her how sexy she looked and she whispered how good it felt to have my fingers inside her tights. Nature eventually took its course, and once she came she then peeled off her tights and took me inside her, which felt incredible!

Later in the night after the gig, we went back to the hotel where she got changed. I'd got changed into bed shorts and t shirt at this point for comfort, knowing that the night was really just starting! She'd bought several pairs of stockings and tights, including the cream ones from the last post about us, but this time she came out in a camisole, along with black stockings and suspenders. She looked incredible, and I was fascinated with her suspenders. I'd heard her complaining in the bathroom that they weren't attaching, but they held together. I sat her on the bed and proceeded once again to stroke her legs, this time kissing her toes and nibbling on them. This is one of her few ticklish spots, so I made sure to exploit it by nibbling her toes, heels and insteps. She giggled and squirmed around the bed, so I eventually relented and went back to stroking her legs. She then pushed me away using her feet, and proceeded to give me a footjob through my shorts. Her stockings had a reinforced sole, so the material felt extra sensitive against me. So sensitive, in fact, that I got undressed in order to feel the full benefit of her stocking feet. She teased my cock with her toes and insteps, making me even harder than I was before pulling me inside her for the start of a wonderful evening...

The rest of the night - and some of the following morning - was more of the same, much to my delight - and hopefully hers too! We're looking to meet again in January, but might also try and make it a more permanent arrangement. She's an amazing woman anyway, but the fact she embraces and indulges my fetishes is a Godsend. Gents, if you ever get the chance to have a woman like this in your life, take it; I promise you that you won't look back! Hope you enjoyed the tales, people - here's to many more I can share!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

Nice encounters Smash. Great you found someone who shares your fetishes with you. Hope it goes well. look forward to hearing more buddy.

Thanks for the nice word on my story Smash. I love the way you take your time in your encounters. Hope to hear more soon.

Thanks gents, I am quite lucky, I don't deny it. I appreciate your compliments too, doctric - I always try to write the sort of story I'd like to read, so if others like my work too then I'm pleased. I hope to share more with you all soon. I've seen some more office feet lately, so I'm making notes of the ones who go shoeless the most...!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV

So, last Thursday was the big office party; without getting too corporate, we've been moved into another directorate, get included in their emails, share floor space with them etc. My own team won't have much to do with the new crowd as they deal with the Comms side of things whereas we deal with correspondence and telephone calls, but they seem nice enough. Anyway, the party took place in the building's canteen, and a lot of people went in the stuff they'd been wearing that day. A lot of the women in the Comms team are understandably wearing opaque black tights due to the cold weather, and so I was able to see lots of legs of this nature. The party itself was only due to last for a few hours, with the option of going on elsewhere if you wanted to, but for now I was quite content to mingle, talk to colleagues old and new and just enjoy myself.

About an hour into proceedings, however, I noticed a discarded pair of blue heels on the floor. They weren't placed together but were upturned and facing different directions, as if their owner had decided to just leave them there. I saw that there was a group of women all sat at a long table, and guessed that the heels must have belonged to one of them. As I was trying to work this out, however, another woman walked past me collecting glasses and rubbish. She was dressed all in black, looked a bit like Ellen DeGeneres (with longer hair) and I noticed that she too had kicked off her heels. She was in black opaque tights with quite long and narrow feet. I watched her as she padded around the place tidying up, seemingly in no hurry to put her shoes back on. Inspired by this, I began to sneek peeks at the women at the table, before finally finding the feet I was after!

They belonged to a rather lovely brunette in a dark blue dress, late 30s I'd say, who looked quite classy. I saw that she'd crossed her feet at the ankle, inadvertently giving me a great sole shot as she rested on her toes. I loitered for as long as I could without looking suspicious, before sitting back down at my table. Later in the evening there was a quiz, one round of which involved a game of skittles involving fruit. I moved closer to where it was taking place, and naturally stood near the woman in the dark blue dress! She was now standing on a bench for a better view, and I was able to sneek more peeks at her feet; she had on a pink nail varnish, and her feet looked delightfully snug in her tights. I noticed another lady standing on the bench opposite who'd also kicked off her heels to stand on the bench. She was a slight and slender black lady with thick black glasses, big brown eyes and cropped black hair. I couldn't see her feet as much as she was on the other side, but my eyes flitted between her and the lady in the navy dress, all the while pretending to focus on the game of skittles - not easy when you're indulging in your fetish! Especially not easy when the lady in the navy dress then kneels down on the bench to talk to people opposite her and gives you a full on double sole shot...! Man, it was awesome; she'd wriggle her toes, jiggle and rotate her feet, flex them back and forth...just wonderful! I've no doubt that it wasn't anything to do with me at all, she was just doing it, but to be there in the right place at the right time....I was a lucky man!

Just for good measure, later in the evening the lady in the black dress who'd been picking up rubbish returned from another tidying session, and I saw that her black stocking soles were now quite dusty from all the walking around she'd been doing. That was just a bit of an added bonus for me, to be honest, as it showed that she'd been shoeless for most of the night! I would have enjoyed the party anyway, but getting several women exposing their feet was the icing on the cake. The chances are that, tea point chit chat aside, I'll never have much to do with the women in question; our work is different, so there won't be much chance of overlap. Hell, I'm not really too sure what the lady in the navy dress looks like, so for all I know I could share the same lift with her and not know it. However, it's good to know that our first Christmas party together was a memorable one! Here's to many more like it!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV